Today’s assignment: leave comments on at least four blogs that you’ve never commented on before.
Normally I’m rather shy. I’m not shy in following you, but sometimes I just can’t get my courage up to post. But if I do, I sometimes don’t shut up again (as some of you may have noticed). In any case, I used the assignment to comment on a few blogs I already liked but never talked to. So please don’t be too surprised. 🙂
And, if anyone looks at this blog because of the assignment, let me give you a pretty post as welcome.
In summer, when flowers bloom, insects hum, mosquitoes bite and trees gently sway in the wind; when the grass is green, the air is fragrant — and sometimes stinky stagnant — the long, long days, the short, warm nights make life seem so easy. Summer is endless, one day moves into the next: without effort.
Then comes a storm, and when it ends, the air is cold, and won’t get warm again. And suddenly you realize that fall is here. Fall like falling leaves. Autumn, the drying-up season. Ripe apples, too bountiful to eat them all, so neighbours and friends, year after year, will have to accept the boxes full of fruit with good grace, whether they want them or not. Then there will be pies in return; these are always honestly appreciated, although my waistline may not agree with me here.
Walnuts fall from the trees, making a noise like a tiny explosion. They need to be picked up, cleaned and dried; then they will be a welcome addition to Muesli, salads, and cakes.
My dog’s coat grows thicker; the cat doesn’t want to go outside. Eyes full of reproach, he moves from door to door, expecting summer to reappear behind one of them.
“Make the sun shine again! Why is it cold and wet?”
Grumbling, he winds himself around my legs and then disappears under the cozy blanket on my bed. If he only knew that soon enough we’ll see this again: